...Shits and Pieces...

I don't have anything to write a song about.
No love, no loss, no experience
my mind ain't blank but the flow is dead
I do have thoughts but the paper's white
bottled up these many lives
I don't know if they will burst
or like me, just die.

People move, weather changes
lights flicker and seasons pass by
the bird flies, comes back
they eat, they crave, they be
Everyone is their good selves
No one can be themselves
because we today call it darkness
Everyone has darkness inside
but no one can unlock it without
the risk of loosing freedom
There may be saints out there
but in this world they are crucified.